There was a summer house in Odessa in the 16th Station area of Bolshoy Fontan. It was built in 1928 by my great-grandfather and his Jewish colleagues who worked at the Roza Luxemburg Confectionery Plant. The summer house was named the First of May dacha. In those times streetcar passengers spoke Yiddish or heavily accented Russian. My great-grandmother would buy a live chicken and take it to a shoykhet. When chicken hair was being burnt over a kerosene stove, the stink pervaded the entire house and yard. For a while a monkey brought by a sailor neighbor from overseas lived under the window on a leash. And a television with a large water-filled lens was already sitting in my great-grandmother’s apartment. Starting 1966 I spent every summer at the dacha so I never went to a young pioneer camp like normal Soviet children. read more>
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